Chapter 160 Bloody Disaster

Late at night.

Bright starlight falls.

Courtyard Wing Room.

Mu Jin had already changed into the close-fitting silkworm clothes. It was as crystal clear as jade, and under the illumination of the crystal lights, the curves were extremely clear. The end of the honeydew melon squeezed the silkworm clothes like lamp beans.

She closed her eyes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed where the pink curtains fell, her legs were tense.

At this time.

Footsteps sounded outside the house door.

Her eyes lit up and hurriedly stood up to meet her.

The door opens.

The familiar and long-awaited generous figure blocked the leaking light like a mountain.

at the same time.

Mu Jin breathed out bursts of breath mixed with various flavors.

She knew it was someone else's remnant.

"Wait a long time."

Shen Ping walked into the room with a smile, and then sat on the chair casually.

Mu Jin closed the door and poured a cup of spiritual tea, with a sweet smile on her face, "I just finished training not long ago."

The fragrance of tea is wafting.

Shen Ping didn't make another sound. When he picked up the spiritual tea to taste, his eyes fell on Mu Jin's silkworm clothes, which were hot and raging.

Every inch is measured.

Mu Jin's cheeks will be more rosy.

Until the eyes fell on the traces of the jujube tree tightened by the silkworm clothes.

Her body trembled slightly.

Shen Ping looked at Mu Jin with a half-smile, "This silkworm suit fits well, does the material seep water?"

Mu Jin's eyes showed shame.

Biting the line of her lip, she said in a low voice, "Concubine, I have never tried..."

The words are not finished yet.

She felt the heat.

That is the warmth from the fingertips.

"Whether the material seeps or not, you can tell if you twist it."

Hear the voice.

Mu Jin'e raised her eyebrows slightly, as if a slight pain rushed to her heart along the meridian, as it intensified, she gritted her teeth to hold on.

A cup of tea passed.

Her legs were slightly numb, so she could only lunge and press her legs.

And the silkworm clothing material almost sinks in.

Chick.

After the silkworm clothes bounced back.

The accumulated depression was suddenly released.

Immediately.

Mu Jin's sweet cheeks were rosy, and the round jade beads in her earlobes seemed to be translucently dyed red.

"It seems... the quality of silkworm clothing is not good!"

"Twist it, and it seeps."

"Fellow Daoist Mu, next time you buy silkworm clothes, you have to be more discerning. Don't be fooled by those unscrupulous monks."

Shen Ping said with a smile.

"Yes, husband."

"I will buy silkworm clothes with better materials next time, but this time it may be because my room is relatively humid."

Shen Ping nodded suddenly, and then said with a serious expression: "If the door is not often opened, the room will indeed get wet easily. In this case, I will clean it for Mu Daoyou..."historical

Chila.

The silkworm clothing material is broken.

The fragrance of jujube trees permeates quietly.

Mu Jin soon felt a sharp sword go straight to the dome, and she seemed to see the boat floating on the lake again.

But this time.

The skyrocketing lake is even more turbulent.

Bursts of impact slapped the flat boat that had experienced wind and rain.

Until the lake is calm.

The tattered opening of the boat rolled into a ball, and a lot of foam splashed by the water remained in the boat.

Just paused for a moment.

The lake is surging again.

This went back and forth five times before finally everything calmed down.

Rao is Mu Jin, who is at the seventh level of Qi training, and feels exhausted at this moment, but she still endures the mental distress, gritted her teeth and said, "Husband, although the front road is overwhelmed, but the back road still bearable."

Shen Ping laughed dumbly, "Don't hold on, your cultivation base is not strong enough. After you improve a bit, you can try to use Xuezhi Pills to assist your cultivation, and then your cultivation speed will be slightly accelerated."

Mu Jin said softly, "Thank you husband for your pity."

..

Tens of days later.

The strange feeling of moving to Lanhai Fairy City gradually faded away.

Shen Ping and his wives and concubines gradually got used to this single-family courtyard at No. 39, Yongyang Fangyi, and their practice life became stable.

symbol indoors.

Shen Ping is holding the talisman pen and concentrates on making the Thunder Light Talisman. He is already a third-tier talisman master, and the success rate of making this second-tier low-grade talisman is almost 100%. Even with his eyes closed, he can outline the spirit in one go. pattern circuit.

But this time it's different.

Each stroke of the talisman paper seems to have nothing special about it, but if a talisman master who has the talent of talisman Tao calmly feels it with his spiritual sense, he will find that the spirit pattern on it is constantly trembling.

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